The dresses’ plunging neckline revealed twin curves of bulging breast flesh and a deep cleavage ... the hemline barely fell beneath her crotch and n... matter how much unconscious tugging at the hemline, the dress didn’t lengthen at all. It still fell barely below her crotch and ass cheeks. She knew that it required only a small movement on her part to reveal her female intimacy. Her legs were bare, shapely calves and firm thighs on show. She had the now familiar, uncomfortable ‘on tip toe’. She was good about leaving him be during football season, but after the Super Bowl ended, he was a goner. He began to clean the leather.The familiar rumble of a throaty V-8 made him smile. Like clockwork. He smiled again. Looking through the rear windshield he saw them. The Corvette pulled into one stall, the small Miata in the other. There were four of them today."Why didn't I marry one like that?" He mused as he feasted his eyes on the blond getting out of the car. Shear perfection. He felt. As soon as I put my feet into them I realised that theheels were much higher than I was used to. At least three inches high. Istood up a little unsteadily and looked at my reflection in the mirror.I saw immediately just how short the dress was. It barely extended beyondmy waist. Most of my knickers were on display. The high heels made mylegs look fantastically feminine. And of course I could see almost all ofthem. Long stockings, dark tan with taut shiny stocking-tops. Whitesuspenders over. His throat was dry. He convulsively swallowed several times. He felt a twitching in his suit pants.“I’m going to suck his cock, Kevin! You know you love how I suck your cock. And remember! I always swallow, Kevin! Always!”With that, she took the cock in her mouth. It was a thing alive, pulsing. Her mouth slowly slid down its length. It was hard but pliant, filling her mouth completely. She felt a slight discomfort at the corners of her mouth where it stretched to accommodate the driver’s.